The day had a few ups and downs for Youhei, with the influx of new blood in the dorm and his lingering self-doubt, but all of that was blown away when Kirijo took them out to Escapade. The Japanese as a whole didn't know the true way to have a metalfest, so he took the time to educate the locals in the ways of nausea-inducing headbanging, brutal moshing and triple traffic lighting. The lack of alcoholic drinks on sale made that last bit a tad redundant, but Youhei went with it anyway. He was genuinely impressed with Takahiro's music too; from his experience of the lad, Youhei would have expected some weak emo or artistic crap, but the band put on a pretty heavy show. He was in the centre of the dance floor, just about to flying nut one of the few locals he had converted when the the atmosphere took a sudden and drastic change.

Youhei stumbled mid-lunge and bounced clean off the local-turned-coffin in front of him. As he recovered he took a good look about, confirming that it was indeed the Dark Hour. [b]'Well,'[/b] he grumbled under his breath. [b]'Best timing ever...'[/b] He watched as Takahiro summoned his Persona and told the group of the threat. Typical that it would be tonight, when the entire population of the dorm was outside, including the clueless new people... Youhei gave a nod in reply to Kirijo's call, jogging over to him. [b]'Minor point mate, but we can't very well fight with a single Evoker between six. We'll need to head back anyway; might as well drop them off.'[/b]